Damien had the nerve to ask Felicity if she was all right while his tail was still up the back of her shorts. She caught the wandering end and set it firmly in his hand. "I enjoyed that, and you can do it again behind a door. If you make me explain to the entire team why I squeaked, that door's going to have a lock on it."
He bent to kiss her temple, and she caught his mouth instead. All afternoon those men had worried about her getting so much as a blister. If Damien blushed half as nicely as Ivan, she meant to find out. The scent of her Bloom got out over the hedge before the kiss was finished, though, and from the road behind them she heard Marx cough hard enough for somebody to offer him water.
